The woman ... turned her melancholy tone into a scolding one. She was not very young, and the wrinkles in her face were filled wit...h drops of water which had fallen from her eyes, which, with the yellowness of her complexion, made a figure not unlike a field in the decline of the year, when the harvest is gathered in and a smart shower of rain has filled the furrows with water. Her voice was so shrill that they all jumped into the coach as fast as they could and drove from the door.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »